When I watch clouds drifting by in the summer sky,
I observe my amusement turning into musing.
And then I wonder why,
Why it is so hard for my mind to let go instead of archiving like a museum.
Then I remember the old saying ‘time flies’,
And I can almost hear my heart beating as loud as a bell.
So before the memory gets stale,
I remember ‘the here, the now’ – farewell fairy tale.
© Heath Muchena, 2011